The Lost In the Crowd

Sadder still than those alone,

More depressing than this verse,

Sadder than the remnant prince

Of lands lost to the sea.

Such is the sadness betwixt the crowd

Of one lost soul therein,

Especially when the poor soul lacks

The knowledge that he is lost within.

And surely does God’s loving heart

Sorrow at the loss of he

Who unbeknownst is lost in the crowd

When easily God would help thee.

But call upon God, dear fellow man,

Hear His sweet call so near.

Decide salvation yet today

For God wishes to live eternal with thee

And never would He abandon thee

If you but let Him save you.❤

Little Lost Duck

Ducks are prone to distraction. Trying to herd them is like herding cats only more so. Trying to save a duck by getting it to leave its polluted water and walk along a straight path on land to a new clean pond is like pushing a rope. Often the duck would just die there for lack of cooperation amidst such intense distractions as other ducks, fish, alligators, snakes, other birds, hunters, babies, eggs, insects, sunshine, rain, shade, etc. Ducks can be trained and taught but only if they want to, they trust you or you bribe them with yummy bribes. People are like ducks. Constantly bobbing up and down, swimming in circles, going around and around in muck and more or polluted water, too distracted or dumbed down to realize the danger and not see the urgency of getting to clean water u til it may be too late. But, such a beautiful word “but”, the duck or the person can change to clean water and make that journey before the end comes. It can happen. However, help has to come from a trusted source, and the duck has to get away from the distractions long enough to realize the threat and decide and want to get to clean water.

Lost Cat

This is a sad story.  It begins, as many stories do, with an abandoned, unwanted, sick, unlovely cat showing up at our doorstep, begging us to be his family.  Unable to send such a wretch away, we adopted this cat and loved it full bore.  We heaped food, water, medicine, warmth, comfort, all we could.  In time, this sickly, skin-and-bones cat grew healthier.  He gained weight, he grew less sick, and he was family.  We loved him.  I loved him.  We named him “Go Eat, Baby”, because that’s what we said to him most often.  So far, sounds like a happy ending.  However, the neighbor neglected to keep her pit bull mix (that had been mistreated) in her home and it was loose.  It came into our yard and attacked and killed our precious cat we had nursed back to health.  It was horrible, heart-breaking and devastated us all.  This was yesterday.  After late nights for everyone over our grief, I sat down to the computer to look for distraction.  And it hit me.  That is what Jesus goes through every day with us.  We are that cat.  We crawled to Him as a last resort, all hope gone.  He lovingly adopts us and nurses us back to health.  When we are starting to do well and enjoy life, here comes Satan to attack and kill us if he can.  We must not let him!  We must not give him that power!  We are safe in the arms of Jesus as long as we stay there.  If we run back when danger draws near, we squash all the generosity and meaning that Jesus heaped on us and invested in us already.  He nourishes us.  We must rest in Him and continue our path to a healthy soul!!